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I need a picture.

I have no idea what to write here ( Read more... )

I think I'm going to try to get an appointment with a psychiatrist.

Maybe. I'm not sure ( Read more... )

This could be the crash. Doubt it though.

Tortillas, peanut butter, toothpaste, and olive oil.

Weighed myself. 148.

That's ten pounds less than four days ago.

Four days.

You don't lose ten pounds in four days.

I don't think it's all water, either, but I don't think a lot is fat, and I'm quite sure I'm hanging on to most of my muscle, so I've got no idea what it is.

Well, fucking

That is, the rules to dealing with women. Maybe there was a pamphlet I was supposed to get in the mail a couple years back that I simply didn't get. Maybe there's a lucky bastard out there with two pamphlets - he's got a spare because I didn't get one at all ( Read more... )

And I've come to the following conclusions ( Read more... )

The New Testament, from what I've seen, says very little concerning God as an anthropomorphic entity ( Read more... )

It's true. I'm eventually going to hit upon a concept that my pitiful, three-dimensional mass of neurochemical signals simply cannot contain, and my brain will simply explode inside of my skull. Nobody will know what happened, but they'll always wonder ( Read more... )